My Healing Game

Handling the scene and cleaning up the traces, Han Fei has been very proficient in the destruction of corpses in practice.

Even if it is a professional criminal police officer, it is difficult to find the problem without the help of high-tech equipment.

"Those who respect others will always respect them, and those who kill others will always kill them. You are the butcher who slaughters the living, and I am the butcher who slaughters you."

Han Fei covered the black cloth on the big iron basin and looked at the room that had been restored to its original state. After making sure that there was no omission, he left with his companions, as if they had never appeared before.

The yin and malice in Uncle Li's body were swallowed by the black snake, and the keys in his mask and pocket were taken away by Han Fei.

Walking out of the underground, Han Fei came to Uncle Li's room non-stop. Anyway, the villain is dead, so it is better to use his inheritance to repay the society and help more people.

Looking through the boxes and cabinets, Han Fei searched for useful things, and now he feels a little normal playing games.

Uncle Li's room brought Han Fei a lot of surprises. He found a large number of bottles filled with blood under the bed where Uncle Li had been lying.

After letting the little black snake try, they found a lot of negative emotions deposited in the blood, and they could hear the screams and wailings of living people as soon as the cap was opened.

Deputy No. 6 has a dark heart and likes to torture people very much. He puts all the despair and pain he collected into these bottles.

Han Fei didn't know what he was doing on the 6th to collect these things. It might be to satisfy some of his abnormal habit, but these things can help crying and recover quickly.

Under the eyes of the little black snake licking his lips, Han Fei cried all the bottles.

Sinking into the blood pool by the pig-faced monster, crying and forced to face the worst memory, those despairs of childhood became the fulcrum of his thin body, now it is different from before.

Before crying, I had been evading memory, trying to use time to smooth the scars, but its time seemed to stay at that moment forever, trapping it in place.

Now although he has endured more pain than before, the time to freeze him has been broken. He has walked out of the past and is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After drinking the blood that was precipitating despair, the breath exuding from crying became even more terrifying.

He is collecting all kinds of despair, and then condensing those despairs into something. When he condenses successfully, it should be the time when its strength breaks through again.

"The cry of crying can affect all grievances within ten meters before entering the beast alley. Now this range has been expanded to fifteen meters. If his strength continues to increase, the impact of crying should be more and more. Big."

Han Fei remembered the unspeakable singing, the other party's singing enveloped nearly a thousand meters, and all the remnants of the singing were shivering and trance.

"The potential for crying is great, and it may become an indescribable existence like singing in the future."

While crying and desperate, Han Fei began to search other parts of the room.

The old man's room was messy, with medicine bottles and expired items everywhere, the quilt and the clothes in the cabinet were moldy, and there was a sense of death in the whole room.

"What is this?"

In a certain clothes pocket in the closet, Han Fei found a crumpled picture of a thin boy.

The child was a little afraid of birth, had long hair, a scary face, and his arms were obviously abnormal.

Turning over the photo, on the back of the shabby photo, the boy’s name and birthday, as well as two very dazzling words-family.

"No. 6 is just a sub-personality of the spider. Why would he place such a photo next to his body and say that the other person is his family?"

Continuing to search, in the darkest part of the cabinet hides an adoption record and a lot of handwritten information.

The handwriting on the materials is completely different from the No. 6 deputy personality, but it is very similar to the handwriting of the writer.

"Uncle Li stole the writer's materials for adopting orphans? What's the point of him doing this?"

Looking down, Han Fei found that a large amount of text in the materials had been smeared out with red pen, and the blank spaces were densely filled with words such as death, killing, and crime.

"The writer wants to kill his adopted orphan? Why would he do this?"

On the few pages of adoption materials, Han Fei found many different handwritings.

Sometimes the writer wants to kill the orphan, and sometimes he is calmly reflecting on it. Except for the writer, other personalities seem to have accepted the orphan and regarded the orphan as their family.

Han Fei knew that the spider had adopted a child some time before his death. After the spider died, the child sold the spider's brain to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

In fact, Han Fei also didn't understand why people like spiders would adopt orphans in the last period of their lives. He was obviously troubled by butterflies at the time, and the two sides were fighting fiercely.

Isn't adopting a child at this time deliberately add flaws to yourself? The butterfly will definitely attack the orphan to influence the spider.

"Isn't it the writer who made the decision to adopt the orphan? It's a certain sub-personality controlled by the spider?"

At this point, Han Fei has grasped a lot of clues. He can determine that one or more of the spider's nine personalities have been controlled by the butterfly.

With its unscrupulous character, the butterfly can do anything to deal with spiders.

"This adopted child of the spider must be taken seriously, he should be a breakthrough!"

Turning the old man’s room upside down, Han Fei found nothing else. The old man had a different personality from the female chef, and Butterfly did not attack him.

His insidious bloodthirsty stems from his own malice. In other words, he is the dark side of spiders, the kind of people that spiders hate most.

Taking away the adoption records and photos, Han Fei restored the house to its original state, and then they returned to Xu Qin's room.

After briefly explaining Xu Qin and crying something, Han Fei quit the game in the corner of the bedroom.

With the blood clotting the world, Han Fei took off the game helmet.

The bloodshot eyes looked scary, and the sky outside the window was already bright.

Han Fei moved his stiff body, and every time he moved, he would feel severe pain.

The feeling of injury in the game was so real that Han Fei was a little uncomfortable when he returned to reality.

He still subconsciously hung his left hand on his chest, as if his left hand was still fractured.

With his brain dizzy and exhausted, Han Fei looked at his rudimentary gaming equipment and couldn't help but think of Huang Winner's gaming warehouse.

He took out his mobile phone to check his personal account habitually, and then sighed slightly. The first share of "The Twin Flower" has not yet been paid, and the salary of "The Suspense Novelist" has not yet been settled.

There are now more than 200,000 in his account, of which 200,000 are bounties for helping the police solve crimes and arresting fugitives.

"The most luxurious game warehouse costs millions, which is enough to buy a house in the old town. It is not something that ordinary people can use."

The explosive development of science and technology has also brought great hidden dangers. Everything is like an iceberg suspended on the sea.

Everyone marveled at the majesty of the ice peaks on the sea, but they selectively ignored the huge groups of icebergs buried under the sea and almost out of breath.

Looking at the balance in the card, Han Fei didn't want to buy a house for the time being, and he didn't have much interest in making friends or falling in love.

His only interest is to survive in the game, and his only material desire is to buy a multi-functional game warehouse, which can facilitate his playing games for a long time, and then better live in the game.

Lying on the bed, Han Fei discovered that the deep world is not without its merits. At least the houses there can live anywhere, as long as you don't mind that it is a murderous house, and you are not too afraid of death.

It took a long time for the body to rest before it was not so painful~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Han Fei slowly fell asleep.

He was awakened by the alarm clock just after sleeping for more than an hour, his mind had not yet been awake, his body had already got out of the bed, and he began to wash.

At 8:30, Han Fei came downstairs on time, plainclothes and Li Xue were already waiting for him by the police car.

For the police, Han Fei is one of the baits to lure butterflies. They protect Han Fei in order to catch the butterflies faster.

"Li Xue, have you found evidence of contact between spiders and butterflies?"

Han Fei was not idle while sitting in the police car. He, an actor, just acted like a criminal consultant.

"Not yet, all the information about the spider has been destroyed." Li Xue looked at Han Fei's dark circles: "Did you not rest well last night?"

"Have a long nightmare." Han Fei casually said, and then asked: "Do you know that a spider has adopted an orphan? If possible, I want to see him."